"It is my bed," Hermione stated matter of factly. This time when Ginny moved in to kiss her she rose her own head to meet her. Sliding her hands out she wrapped her arms around Ginny because that seemed to be the best thing to do to keep them out of the way.
When Ginny's tongue brushed her lips, Hermione opened her mouth just enough to allow the other girl's tongue to enter her mouth. The moan that vibrated against her lips caused a whimper of delight to escape as her hands slid to rest on the small of Ginny's back.
Hermione's hands pressed against Ginny as suppressed need coursed through her body. Her own tongue began to search frantically for Ginny's as she gave in to the sensations that were taking over her brain.